To being surprised. After years of close readings, predictions, and complaints, for me the days before a series finale are like the “quiet period” before a company goes public: It’s time to shut up and just watch. The show may not be perfect, but Vince Gilligan has earned enough trust for me to let go, let Vince.

What do I want to see? I would love to see Walt suffer, Jesse redeemed, Marie released from her misery, and Holly allowed to leave the house without a woolly hat on her cute little head. But I will take whatever Gilligan gives me—and while I can’t promise that I won’t be back to my old complaining self at 10:15 on Sunday night, I’m not too worried about being let down.

Mostly, I’m looking forward to sharing those final 95 minutes with millions of other Americans. Until then, I’d like to savor the anticipation.